Molly Murphy is a twenty-something born and raised in Minneapolis. Her quirky glasses and ever-changing hair fit in well with the arts district of her hometown. She believes in small acts of kindness, the ability of a cuppa to heal just about anything, black-and-white movies, handwritten letters, and facing each day as a new opportunity to kick ass. Molly hoards pens as any self-respecting writer should and she doesn’t share them. You’ll find her looking uniquely innocent until you listen to her preferred vocabulary words which likely make her Grandmother upset, so she won’t repeat them here. In a previous life, Molly was a plant-based personal chef. She has since hung up her apron and can be found playing with words at Elephant Journal.